The Invincible Supreme Medical God
Chapter 252 - 208 The World Has Changed_2

Chapter 252: Chapter 208 The World Has Changed_2

Thinking about what had transpired over the past few weeks, it made sense to Yan Xiaobao now. He realized that the Deng Family was likely aware of a high-level cultivation genius within their clan.

I bet when the Wang Family bragged about Wang Julong, he must have been laughing. Yan Xiaobao chuckled to himself before accepting that Deng Wu was undoubtedly the top genius in this small city of Liluo.

"He must have received his help," Lan Feng muttered to himself as he recovered rapidly from cultivation, causing Hui Yue to frown slightly. Who was ’he’? However, as Lan Feng resumed cultivating rather than explaining, Yan Xiaobao knew Lan Feng didn’t see it as important anymore.

When the young man returned to the academy, everything returned to how it had been a week earlier. Deng Wu did not visit Yan Xiaobao to discuss the ring. Instead, Yan Xiaobao spent a considerable amount of time cultivating, just as he had before.

Finally, after waiting two weeks, Yan Xiaobao had used up all the medicine pills. He shot out punches one after another with excitement gleaming in his blue eyes, testing his strength with his low-level Martial Arts Skills.

Using these pills, Yan Xiaobao had achieved an Eight-star student ranking, and the temptation to purchase more pills and push straight toward the Ninth Star was undeniable, even though he knew better.

While the pills replicated Yan Xiaobao’s Qi, they also caused his Qi vortex to destabilize. It moved irregularly because the replicated Qi was made up of Qi Lines of varying thickness, creating imbalance within his lower Dantian.

Yan Xiaobao let out a deep sigh as he resumed his classes, spending time flipping through one massive book after another during lectures, each containing the history of the continent. Unfortunately, he was unable to uncover more clues about the Dark Era.

In his spare time, Hui Yue continued to strengthen his inner resolve, practicing the conversion of Martial Arts Skills. For now, he was able to produce the simplest blade, but upon doing so, Yan Xiaobao realized how formidable he had become in armed combat.

Looking back, the last time he had practiced Martial Arts was when he lived in the old world. Since arriving here, everything he’d done had focused on his body rather than weapons. Now, the lack of practice came back to haunt him, and Yan Xiaobao had to dedicate extra hours to training his Martial Arts, forcing himself to improve.

At night, Yan Xiaobao quietly cultivated, absorbing the essence of the world, then merging with Qi spun from elegant lines. This thickened and steadied them further.

Weeks passed by in peaceful routine—classes and serene cultivation—but Yan Xiaobao hadn’t forgotten Deng Wu. Now that his Qi had finally stabilized, he decided he would seek out Deng Wu the next day. If his secretive ally had failed to ascertain his motives, then it was time for Yan Xiaobao to confront him.

Staring out of the darkened window, a faint smile crossed Yan Xiaobao’s face. Sleep was one of the few luxuries he allowed himself only in moments of triumph, and tonight he would sleep soundly.

Yan Xiaobao and Lan Feng both slept deeply that night. Whenever he returned to practice and cultivation, Lan Feng immersed himself entirely in refining Qi and blending it with elemental affinity, thereby creating spiritual energy within their Qi Acupoints.

For weeks, Yan Xiaobao hadn’t had proper rest. He had spent all his time and effort stabilizing his Qi vortex. With success finally achieved, his young body was utterly fatigued, and he knew it was time to sleep.

Thus, when Yan Xiaobao’s head hit the pillow, he sank instantly into deep slumber, with everything around him becoming irrelevant.

Usually, a cultivator—even a student-level one like Hui Yue—would remain vigilant even while sleeping. However, Yan Xiaobao was within Liluo City’s Royal Art Academy. Entering the academy without its insignia was impossible.

Moreover, he was in his private courtyard, and his bedroom key could only unlock the door. The key was bound to his own Qi as an additional precaution.

All these layers of security, combined with his exhaustion, led Lan Feng and Yan Xiaobao to sleep without a second thought, their guard completely lowered.

Outside, the moon shone brightly in the night sky, marking the turning of the month, and the second pill distribution day occurred as it had the first time.

This time, however, Yan Xiaobao hoarded the pills and consumed them sparingly, noting that this was unlike his previous habits.

The faint sound of creaking filled the room, and a shadow descended gracefully from the black sky outside through the window. Her entire figure was bathed in moonlight from behind, shrouding her features in darkness.

The shadowy figure silently entered the room, standing still before her hazel-brown eyes began to flash crimson. A sinister smile spread across her beautiful and luscious lips—a predator ready to kill.

Without a sound, the woman moved stealthily, finding herself by the sleeping boy’s bedside in an instant.

Her smile, filled with malice, turned savage as the red glow in her eyes intensified, making her look like a fierce beast thirsting for blood.

Two slender hands moved slowly toward the boy, her delicate fingers brushing against his vulnerable neck. Madness replaced the usual beauty displayed on her face, and for a moment, her hands hovered there, poised to strike with lethal precision.

Her fingers gripped the boy’s neck tightly but gradually released their hold, and a guttural growl emerged from the woman’s throat. In her eyes, the fury was suppressed, overtaken by a deep sorrow that surged like waves.

She swiftly raised her hand, extending a sharp fingernail, and effortlessly slashed downward, leaving a fine line on Yan Xiaobao’s cheek.

From that single cut, small droplets of blood began to trickle, painting his pale skin deep crimson. Yet even so, Hui Yue remained fast asleep.

As she gestured toward the wound with her outstretched finger, an irritated sound escaped the intruder’s lips. Slowly, three drops of blood rose from the wound, floating toward her.

As the drops neared, the woman lightly touched her belt, revealing a jade bottle in her hand. The three drops landed on the bottle’s neck before being sealed away with spiritual power.

Just as she had arrived, the stranger moved toward the window, lingering for a moment and gazing at the sky with reluctant hesitation. At last, she turned her head to look at the sleeping boy, her face displaying a complex and indescribable expression.

"Live, young master. At least until the day we meet again," she murmured softly. As her voice echoed through the room, a massive inscription array ignited, releasing the temporary spell from the courtyard.

As she departed through the window, the woman’s back sprouted large hazel-brown, eagle-like wings, flapping powerfully as she soared high into the sky. Moonlight briefly illuminated her figure.

Unlike her previous visits, this time the woman did not fly back to Liluo City, disappearing into the darkness. Instead, she headed toward the frigid north, toward the mountains separating the Sun Kingdom from the Divine Domain.

Yan Xiaobao’s heavy eyelids slowly opened as the night’s harsh wind stirred him, carrying the morning light through the window. Usually, when Yan Xiaobao allowed himself to sleep, he would wake fully rested and recharged. But this morning, a strange sensation prickled at the edges of his mind—an inexplicable chill crawling up his spine, his chest weighed down with unease.

Yan Xiaobao wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with this feeling as he surveyed his courtyard vigilantly. It was akin to the sensation he’d felt when he faced seven black-clad men—but this time, the danger seemed even more profound. A sweeping sense of peril churned within him, and as he looked in the mirror, his eyes widened at the sight of the small wound on his face.

The shock in his eyes quickly transformed into a cold, ruthless hatred, his pupils contracting sharply. Someone had been here last night. Yan Xiaobao’s expression turned feral. The night he drifted into peaceful slumber had been the night a visitor arrived.

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